Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Unfortunately, Samantha's words did not arouse any disgust or aversion from Timothy. On the contrary, his lips curled up into a malicious smile.

He walked up to her, grabbed the back of her chair with one hand, and applied some force to pull the chair away from the desk, turning it around so Samantha was facing him.

Timothy supported both hands on the chair armrest and bent over so he could lean his handsome face closer. He was practically trapping Samantha using his body.

Her small reflection appeared in his faint yet dark eyes. His thin lips parted slightly and he spoke in a low voice that was both playful and mocking. "I've never tasted someone like you before and it so happens that I'm hungry."

He said that in response to her self-deprecating remarks.

However, Samantha still could not tell whether or not he was telling the truth.

Samantha clenched her hands tightly and exhausted all her strength to control herself and let out a smile. "If you don't mind, then I don't mind either."

She even went so far as to raise her hand suddenly, grab the bowtie on Timothy's neck, and pull him down closer to her.

The distance between the two of them began decreasing, so much so that their breaths were merging into one.

Timothy had not expected that reaction from her. He seemed to be in a daze for a brief moment, but at the same time, it did not look as if he was dazed either.

He then chuckled again soon after.

His slender fingers pinched Samantha's chin and caressed it suggestively. Bit by bit he began gradually traveling down her slender neck.

He did not seem to have any desire but looked more like he was testing the waters and teasing her. His black eyes stared at her closely to observe all her reactions.

Samantha's fingertips trembled slightly.

She hated any form of intimacy with Timothy, and regardless of how well she suppressed her emotions, her bodily instinct still reacted honestly.

Goosebumps unconsciously appeared all over her body and there was an uncontrollable disgust.

Timothy's fingertips had already traveled to her collarbone. His fingers were cool and they slid against her skin, making Samantha feel as though a poisonous snake was slithering over her.

However, he merely lingered there and did not go any further. He grasped Samantha's chin again and lowered his head as soon as a fleeting glimmer disappeared from the depths of his eyes.

He pressed his thin lips down on her red lips without any hesitation.

Samantha's heart tensed up all of a sudden and she could not bear it any further as she turned her face to the side. The man's kiss fell on her cheek and gave her the same sense of coldness as she felt by his fingertips.

Samantha's black pupils widened slightly.

She did not expect Timothy to do it for real.

After all, there was no reason for him to touch other women since he loved Harmony very much and had done so many crazy things for her.

Did he not sleep with her back then just to get her pregnant and have her give him an heir?

Or could it be that he was a scumbag with no morals and could separate emotional needs from physical ones?

Could it be that he was capable of sleeping with other women even though he actually loved Harmony?

Samantha could not help but feel nauseated. She had to have been blind back then to fall in love with such a terrible scumbag!

Timothy was not surprised by her avoidance and sneered, "What's wrong? Can't continue to keep up your farce anymore?"

"If this is all you got, then...I'm really disappointed!"

As soon as he said that, his slender and powerful fingers grabbed her entire jaw and forcibly twisted her little face back so he could look down at her. An evil smile appeared across his face and he asked, "Samantha, did you think I was joking when I said you had to keep me company tonight?"

"You..." Samantha's voice was a little hollow.

"Since you're so insistent on not getting the divorce, then you have to abide by the obligations of a married couple."

Although Timothy was speaking with a smile, his tone made her back shiver uncontrollably. "Do you expect me to remarry you just for decoration's sake?"

As Timothy said that, he suddenly reached out to grab Samantha's arm. The next second, Samantha was pulled up and her entire body spun as Timothy immediately carried her on his shoulders.

The man stretched his long legs and walked to the bedside in a couple of steps, where he threw Samantha onto the bed without mercy.

There were petals arranged in a heart on top of the bed. They flew in all directions and filled the air with a romantic fragrance.

His movements were so crisp and quick that Samantha had no time to react to them.

Timothy looked at her condescendingly. He lifted his hand, yanked off his bowtie, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

His movements were very elegant, but there were traces of inexplicable evil within them.

Samantha's head was a little stunned when she was thrown onto the bed. It took her a few seconds before she could recover, but when she looked up, she saw that the man in front of her had unbuttoned his shirt and taken it off to reveal his upper body.

She was sure that he would come for her if she did not speak up and admit it. His actions were clearly not a threat nor a joke!

Samantha would be lying if she said she was unafraid.

The strength of the man before her was unfathomable and completely unlike what she had seen before. She would not be able to escape if he was adamant about doing something to her.

Although they were still husband and wife, the lack of any emotional foundation made her extremely repulsed with such intimacy, thereby precluding her from getting physical with him in any way whatsoever!

Samantha was about to get out of bed without even thinking about it.

Timothy's lips twitched in disdain when he saw her actions.

He stretched out his hand and grasped Samantha's shoulders with ease. Pulling her once more to the bed, he knelt on one knee and locked her hands on either side of her head, with his entire upper body looming above her body.

Timothy looked at her beautiful cheeks that were still fair and taut. They did not look remotely like a woman who had given birth.

The lighting in the bedroom was specially adjusted to a suggestive dull yellow color. His dark eyes were wide and round as he looked at her angry, unyieldingly and stubborn face.

It somehow…drew him in more and more.

A hint of desire began to surface at the bottom of his insipid eyes.

Samantha was not a naive young girl, and she felt a bad feeling when she saw the change in Timothy's eyes. It seemed that she had overestimated Timothy's feelings for Harmony, and perhaps a scumbag like him never had any concept of chastity at all.

She struggled hard but could not manage to shake him off at all. In fact, her struggle made Timothy laugh, which in turn elicited a fierce glow in her eyes.

Samantha was prepared to end him if he really dared to do anything to her!

That way, he would never have to think about harming women again!

Timothy lowered his face to kiss her, prompting Samantha to grit her teeth while warning, "Don't you dare."

Timothy's movements froze and his smile widened. "Friendly reminder: don't bite me or else I won't go gentle on you."

He kissed again after ending his remark.

Samantha built up the strength in her knees to give him a fatal blow.

Just as his lips were about to reach hers, his cell phone began ringing on the bedside table.

Timothy glanced over and looked at the caller ID.